The moment Ma Hong Jun heard that Little Jiu wanted to kill him, he shuddered in fright.
Tang San's heart tightened as well. Though Ma Hong Jun had been elevated to the level of a Titled Douluo, before Little Jiu, he was as fragile as a chick.
He immediately grabbed Ma Hong Jun and retreated, swiftly falling back to Ning Fengzhi's side.
Now that Little Jiu had emerged, there was no need for him to confront Little Jiu head-on. Now, he would join forces with the deities and break through Spirit City together!
Only after Ma Hong Jun retreated into the ranks of his own army did he pat his chest, still trembling with lingering fear. Then he immediately mocked, "Come on, if you've got the guts, come over here! Didn't you say you wanted to kill me?"
"There are nine deities here! Little Jiu, if you don't dare come kill me, you're a grandson!"
Ma Hong Jun began taunting him, provoking him without pause.
"Bastard, if you've got the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one! Believe it or not, I'll crush you to death!"
Ghost Douluo cursed, then reminded Little Jiu, "Your Majesty, don't fall for it. Such a clumsy provocation—being as wise as you are, you surely won't take the bait."
"Bootlicker!" Tang San sneered, then said lazily, "Little Jiu, what? Even you have things you fear? Didn't you always boast that you fought anyone who defied you and feared nothing?"
Little Jiu dusted off his fingers and chuckled. "Tang San, I said I'd kill Fatty. Then he has to die!"
"Little Jiu, don't be impulsive! Our target is the deities. Don't let such a petty clown affect you!"
Bibi Dong said worriedly. If he rushed over now, she feared Little Jiu would walk into an ambush.